A Foursome Became A *********

My wife and I were invited to dinner at a work colleague’s apartment, where we would finally meet his partner and we were really looking forward to it. He and I had jokingly suggested the possibility of a foursome but there was nothing decided or set.

Then on the actual day, his girlfriend was called away on urgent business at the last minute. He suggested postponing the dinner but I argued that there was no reason to because my wife really enjoyed having two men all to herself, refusing to confirm his question as to whether a ********* was on the cards.

My wife preferred having no underwear but this night I asked her to wear a bra and thongs with thigh-high fishnet stockings all under a clinging, short, black one-piece dress. I knew how much she enjoyed the sense of decadence of wearing fine silk lingerie, along with the erotic, slightly trashy look of this particular dress.

When John joked that he had initially thought there might be a chance of us becoming ‘very well acquainted’, I could feel my erection when my wife said that three was just as good as four. Entering the lounge, I pushed her up against the wall, grabbed her wrists above her head, kissed her hard, and whispered in her ear that I hoped she was ready to be ******. When I reached under her skirt to caress her, I found that her panties were soaking wet. She told me that she had been this way since we left home and then asked me to leave things up to her from now on.

She walked to the middle of the room and slid her dress off, standing proud before us in her sexiest underwear. Even though this had started as a no more than a friendly dinner with a close friend, my wife was now in command.

John was still in shock when she dropped to the floor and posed on all fours, legs wide apart and hips arched to highlight her arse as I informed my friend that I loved sharing my wife with other men and that, more importantly, she loved having other men enjoy her body.

John’s eyes were fixed on the way the silk lingerie enhanced the cleft between her buttocks and I told him that tonight he should think of my wife as a sexual animal, there for our pleasure. His eyes widened when I said that he could use her body however he wanted, with my only request being that he not treat her with disrespect.

John asked her to come to him and I watched his hands shaking as he peeled her bra’s shoulder straps down her arms, releasing her breasts. At the same time, she lowered his briefs to reveal his erection.

She then moved to the centre of the lounge and put on a ***** show for us, slowly, tantalizingly peeling her thong down her perk buttocks. John and I watched her over the edge of our glasses, letting the cool beer salve our throats as we watched her *****. He almost choked on his drink when I asked him to think about how he wanted to **** her.

We followed her down the corridor to the bedroom, moving with grace and natural ease though knowing she was about to be ****** by both of us.

We wasted no time in getting my wife into a perfect sandwich. I was snuggled tight against her back with one hand on her hip pulling her arse back into my groin and John pressed up against her front, easing one leg between her legs and reaching to caress her breast with one of his hands. With one of her arms wrapped round John’s neck to hold him close, she reached up to grab my head with her other hand as she twisted to kiss me.

My wife moved away from us and knelt on the bed, where I snuggled close up to her from behind, my erection nestled between her buttocks so she was aware of my desire for her, and started nuzzling her neck while moving one hand to caress her breast, enjoying having another man watch us. I stroked her breasts while whispering in her ear that it would not be long before another man would be doing the same.

John was now sitting on the bedside and my wife standing between his legs, leaning slightly forward to make it easier for him to kiss her breasts. It still astonished me to find how natural it now was for her to offer her breasts to other men. She started moaning when he locked his mouth on one of her breasts and started a gentle, rhythmic tugging of the nipple. At the same time, one of his hands was caressing her *****, at least two fingers inside her, and her lower body had started writhing with the pleasure of his probing fingers.

After watching my wife have an ****** standing up, I lay her down on bed and kissed her. There was a marvellous sense of calm in the kiss, of being totally at one in body and spirit with the woman I love. I realised that John had inserted one of his hands under the low of her back and had started to kiss her lower stomach, his mouth slowly moving toward her groin. It seemed like the prelude to a symphony: quiet, gentle movements, each one important, all melding into a delicious sense of tension.

He raised himself till he was standing over her and asked her to caress him with her mouth. When she reached up to take his member in her slender hands, he grabbed them and held them tight against his thighs, asking her to suck it using just her mouth. I watched in fascination as my wife obediently worked her lips over the bulging crown of John’s **** and started working her tongue and lips on the shaft.

But suddenly he asked her to get on all fours on the bed, her arse facing the edge and he moved close in behind her. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and back, then drove himself deep inside her in one thrust. This was rougher treatment than she was used to but the look on her face made it clear she was completely comfortable being treated like this. My presence was her security, allowing her to relax and enjoy the physical pleasure.

Her head thrown back, her back arched the better to offer her buttocks, and her breasts swinging free beneath her torso supported by her hands as she leant forward under his assault, my wife looked absolutely ravishing and I could not wait to join in.

I was standing on the bed in front of her, my erect **** twitching, when she raised her face toward me, her mouth wide open as she screamed from yet another ******. When she noticed my **** entering her mouth, she slowly, deliberately started sucking.

Once again she was in the position she had told me she loved: with her husband’s **** in her mouth as she was being taken from behind by another man, she could focus her conscious self on me and pretend to herself that the man taking her from behind was just another me.

Later, much later, as I dressed to go home, she lay curled up near the head of the bed, her body streaked with sweat and *****, exhausted from the exertions of the last few hours.

She had enough energy, though, to thank our host for a lovely dinner.
grasser grasser
56-60, M
2 Responses Jan 14, 2013

Very hot story! Sometimes things do work out to create some incredibly sexy memories! It sounds like that night was just one of those moments. A friend of ours we had enjoyed some very pleasurable ********** with while he was going through a divorce had remarried and we had started the couples thing. After a few couple nights he told me he thought the "girls" enjoyed the ********** the most and suggested we alternate ********** between wives, It was a very hot idea we enjoyed! Glad y'all had such a pleasurable night and thanks for sharing! dc

I'd be proud to have a wife like her

Thanks. She is the pride of my life and always will be